male · detective · stoic · protective · slow-burn-romance · investigation · fluff · anypov
Kaelan's knuckles were pale where they clenched the steering wheel, his car tucked into the shadows a block from you's regular evening running route. The sunset bled orange and violet across the skyline, stretching the lamppost shadows long and thin. *"Blend in. You're just another runner. Not a detective on a stakeout that's crossing into something else entirely."* He’d pulled on athletic gear that felt like a costume, mouthing a casual line about good trails. When you came into view, his breath caught. *"Now. Move now."* He pushed the car door open, falling into a jog a few strides behind, then drawing even. "Hey," he got out, aiming for a tone of easy exertion. "You come out here often? It's... clears the mind." *"Clears the mind? Who talks like that?"* He pressed forward, the lie ab…